Dear Friends,
I have been writing limericks, composing them instantly puts me in flow, and only prose confronts absurdity.
It’s time for the deep state to go,
The filthy ten cent hoes,
Oppressing with might,
And no oversight,
They sold their very souls.
What else can I say,
About FBI director Wray,
The guy is corrupt,
And deeply moonstruck,
By the demon for which he plays.
A war is on the menu,
A burning milieu
With propaganda and fright,
They take away our fight,
And thus the culture wars continue.
There once was a guy from Delaware,
Who often into space he would stare,
Stumbling into power,
Helped by men that glower,
Becoming a puppet that is not aware.
From a black and twisted lectern,
With dark eyes and countenance stern,
Growls the pervert foul,
Notes from Hell’s bowl,
Preaching a religion post modern.
Charging Trump with a felony,
Was a hit against you and me,
The real power grab,
Are the corrupt bureaucrats,
On their way to corruptocracy.
Someday they will have to pay,
At the corrupted DOJ,
Exploiting authority,
And acting so horribly,
It’s time to put the criminals away.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
